Ready to take another leap?

As school is winding down to the final week, I must admit, I’m a little apprehensive about what’s to come.  I have realized the older I get, the more nervous I become to take the leap to the next step.  I can’t help but ask myself, have I really learned everything I need to know about the world of public relations before I dive into it? 

Probably not. 

I question my preparedness for this real world that awaits me.  I have learned a plethora of information and priceless skills over the last seven months.  But I never seem to feel fully prepared when it comes time to move onto the next step.

When I reflect back to my first big change in life I think of graduating from grade six.  I wasn’t aware of the changes junior high would bring but I was too young to care.  I left my beloved, and well-known, elementary school for the unknown, as happy as could be. 

That transition was a smooth one, luckily for me.  And before I knew it, I was leaving junior high for full-blown high school; the next big step.  I was a little more scared this time.  I was a little more self-conscious.  I was a little more worried about friends.  I was a little more worried about academics.  I was a little more worried that I wasn’t prepared.

High school ended up being five of the best years of my life.  Grades nine and ten were a little awkward for me, but I had my best friend by my side to get me through it.  As the end of high school neared, I was terrified.  I didn’t know what university I was going to be in as of September.  I didn’t know where my friends were going to be.  I didn’t know what it was going to be like in residence.  I didn’t know how I was going to manage on my own.  I didn’t know anything, and that scared me to death. 

As I watched my dad’s truck pull out of the Western parking lot, I realized that I had taken the next big step in my life.  I was living in a town two hours away from home with NONE of my friends.  Not even one.  We had all gone to separate schools scattered around southern Ontario.  Despite my nervousness for the better half of first semester, I soon started to love my life at Western; my new life with new opportunities and friends.  I didn’t want to leave this new life and move back to Toronto at the end of my degree.  However, I managed to find myself taking yet another leap into the unknown and moving back to Toronto.

And this brings me to my most recent leap, Centennial College.  The last big step I took landed me here.  And now I don’t want to leave.  But I have to.  It’s time to take another leap, like leaving elementary school, junior high, high school and university.  It’s time to move on to the next big thing, but am I ready? 

Like I said in the beginning, probably not.  Am I nervous?  Shaking in my boots.

Will I make it and be successful in whatever direction I go?  My past experiences seem to suggest I will.

As nervous as I am to jump into the working world, I must look back on my past and acknowledge that it has all worked out before.  Regardless of how nervous and scared I was.  I always found my way. It’s time to find my way in public relations.